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Mist covers the alter of bone

As the cloaked figures gather

Torch light and rotten flesh

Fill the air

Crimson moon hang low and deadly

Pyres touch the sky

Meeting of the unholy

Chaliced blood will flow tonight

Eyes wide, they’re drawing closer

Chanting roars behind

Blade plunges deep

Blood Priest's sacrifice

We praise the darkness

And curse the light

With blade and bone

We rule the night

Blood moon on the horizon

We four are gathered here

Upon this blood red alter

Curse the light embrace the flame

The wind is blowing frozen

The void is open wide

Tortured voices racked with pain

Across the divide

Commune with those before us

Dead secrets come to light

Ancient wisdom given to us

Keepers of the night

The dark become us

Unknown plains await

Voidwalker’s beck and call

Our mortal escape